The Apple Tree

Couples can meet here, wondering at me,
my rosy apples, red as their cheeks.
Couples can meet here, away from others,
those who would gossip these, couples' secrets.

My green little leaves, showering their hair,
Happy and flowing, in my embrace.
My green little leaves, sheltering friends,
from the wind and the rain, as couple hug.

My bare sturdy branches, supporting their weight,
cuddling and smiling, no one else comes.
My bare sturdy branches, sharing their pain,
as one must bid farewell, tears flow freely.

Their trust lies with me, their secrets, their tales.
Long time I've been here, biding my time.
Their trust lies with me, their knowledge and love.
Not long 'til they come though, with axe and death.